Too terrifying!
From the moment Ye Qingchen made his move, Yang Xuan Gan's mind was filled with only this single thought. The opponent just struck casually, but he had already used all his strength.
However.
Since he ascended to Celestial Venerable, he had always been arrogant and unrestrained. Now, under the gaze of the public, he was being suppressed by a young man, how could he tolerate such humiliation?
"You little bastard!"
He fought hard against the flying sword.
Yang Xuan Gan nearly crushed his teeth.
"If you fall into my hands, I will definitely grind you to dust!"
"Facing death, you still dare to talk tough?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingchen's gaze turned cold. He suddenly grasped with his right hand and saw the flying swords in the sky suddenly condense rapidly into a Cyan Wind Longsword, as if thousands of swords returning to the sect.
When this Cyan Wind Longsword formed, Sword Qi pierced the sky, almost tearing the void apart.
"Zheng!"
